!$!$! I was in the middle of updating "Room Mates" when I just couldn't stay away anymore and I just had to come back to this! And Courtney...I know I should have lack of sleep more often, however my parents were very mad that I was up all night...however I've still only had six hours of sleep and it's 10:25 at night and my parents aren't going to be back until about one in the morning...so I'll be reading and writing until such time! And to JW...I totally understand what you mean. I was very happy to hear what you said about Snape, trust me, it really helped me to feel okay with what I was writing. As for the whole editing thing. I know what they are for, and I think I came off a little angry before, but I was just tired... I don't take Fan Fiction writing as serious as I would if I was writing a real novel, so spelling mistakes and such really don't bother me much. On the other hand, the actual series I am writing (which is yet to be named...I really need to figure that out!) I would love to have edited some day, but I doubt it would have be published like the Goddess J.K.R Don't worry, you haven't offended me at all and I enjoy your reviews. lol, well I think I've typed enough of this... here I go...!$!$!
-&- Chapter Four: Talking -&-
"What is it that you need, Malfoy?" Snape asked, opening the door.
"I need help on my damned Defense Against the Dark Arts essay. If I fail my dad is going to sent me to some happy-go-lucky American school!" Draco complained.
"If I'm not mistaken you still have a few days until that is due. I'll help you tomorrow. I'm tired, goodnight." Snape said in an aggravated voice and slammed the door in Draco's face. When he heard the blonde walk away, he turned to the closet door.
"Well are you coming out of the closet, Potter?" he said impatiently.
"Maybe..." Harry said opening the door wearing a grin and flushed ears.
"Very funny, Potter, however... I think you should go now." Snape said, pointing to the door.
"What, why?!" Harry asked.
"Before someone catches us." Snape said simply.
"But we're not doing anything wrong!" Harry complained.
"I still think you should go." Severus pressed on.
"You know you don't want me to." Harry said, stepping out of the closet.
"What I what is none of your concern." the older man said plainly.
"If it's about me it is!" Harry said, trying not to get angry.
Snape just looked at Harry, longing in his eyes, but his finger pointed at the door.
"I refuse to leave. You'll have to drag me out kicking and screaming." Harry said, arms crossed.
"That can be arranged." Snape paltered a smile on his face and picked Harry up.
"I was kidding! Put me down!!!" Harry whined.
He found himself being slung over Snape's shoulder. He punched his professors back as he was carried into the office. "I don't want to leave!" he cried out and sighed before resting his head upside down on Snape's back. "Please, Severus..."
At being called by his first name, Snape's heart melted. He stood Harry back on his own feet, right in front of him. "Thank you!" Harry said overdramatically, then looked up at Snape.
"You called me Severus." Snape said, barely a whisper.
"It's your name isn't it?" Harry laughed "I think that with everything I know, it's a little hard to call you Professor Snape. Don't you remember me calling you Sevy last night?"
"You were intoxicated." Snape said, finding his voice.
"I still knew what I was doing." Harry said and leaned into Severus, resting his head on the man's torso. "Please let me stay here tonight." he said, wrapping his arms around Snape's waist.
Not being able to deny the boy he loved of anything, he sighed and walked backwards towards his bedroom, dragging Harry with him, who was still attached to his waist. After bumping into a few walked he made it to his chair and plopped down. "What's wrong with you, Potter?" he asked as Harry made himself comfortable on the floor.
"What do you mean?" Harry titled his head to the side and looked up.
"You never once seemed appalled at my...er...affection for you, you kissed me, then you ran away, then are wanted me to hug you... and every night you beg not to be left alone. What's wrong?" he asked again. Harry looked up at the ceiling and sighed.
"I don't know..." he said, shaking his head. "I'll I'm sure of is that I'm tired of being alone. I have no one anymore, not even Ron and Hermione. They don't understand me..." he felt tears coming to his eyes at the thought of everything that's happened over the best years since he found out he was a wizard. With so much good came even more bad...
"Harry..." Severus said, falling to the floor and pulling Harry into his arms. Harry cried on his shoulder for almost an hour. Half way through the tear fest, they had moved to the chair where Harry sat on Snape's lap, confessing his life story to the man.
"I never knew... Dumbledore always told everyone that it was your own business and that it wasn't up to him to tell anyone the details of your life. He wouldn't even tell Lupin if he asked for information." Snape said when Harry was done talking, and his tears stopped flowing. Severus wiped away his love's tears and took his hand. He felt so comfortable with Harry in his lap. Everything felt right with the world, even if what they were talking about wasn't.
"I'm so tired..." he mumbled, too weak to even keep his eyes open anymore.
Snape smiled down at the sleepy boy and carried him to the bed. Walking back to the chair, where he planned on sleeping, he heard Harry let out a small groan. "What's wrong?" he said, turning quickly. Harry's eye were open again, and he looked awfully sad.
"Lay with me..." he said quietly.
"Harry, I don't think that's such a good idea." Snape said, barely aware that he called the boy Harry for once. He just couldn't help it, he looked so adorable laying there, he couldn't yell at him now.
"You know you want to..." Harry said sleepily, a smile forming on his face.
Snape sighed and began putting multiple locking spells on his door and fireplace, not wanting to be caught in bed with one of his student; especially Harry Potter. He crawled into the bed, laying as far away from Harry as possible.
'Okay, so he's going to play hard to get.' Harry thought with a sigh and rolled over to his professor, resting his head on the man's chest.
Snape felt in heaven with the boy sleeping on him. He pulled his arm out from under his body and wrapped it around Harry, trying to get comfortable. He didn't sleep that night. All he did was play with Harry's raven locks of hair, and watch the boy's head raise and fall on his chest.
When Harry woke up in the morning he smiled up at Severus. "Sleep well?" he asked the older man, snuggling more into his side."
"Not at all, but it's okay, I've stayed up days at a time before." he answered.
"No wonder why you're always so grumpy!" Harry exclaimed and sighed, he didn't want the leave the safety and comfort of Severus' arms, but he knew it was almost time for breakfast, and than classes. "I better get going." he said and gave Snape a hug before standing up.
Snape let out a slight laugh at the sight of how overly messy Harry's hair was and said goodbye.
"Morning you two." Harry said happily sitting across from Ron and Hermione at the Gryffindor table, after cleaning up and changing. They were shocked to see him so happy again, but smiled. Harry ate a huge breakfast and then headed off to all of his classes.
That night at dinner, he smiled up at Snape who didn't seem to be eating, but just looking out over the students. His eyes caught Harry's, and he started to smile, but stopped himself. Harry smiled back, understanding that Snape didn't want the whole school to know that he was in love with the Golden Boy.
Harry ate a few steamed carrots, but he was way too stuffed from the breakfast still to eat. He left dinner early and headed back to him dormitory to gather some things for another sleep over with Severus. He took a bath and changed into some jeans (the tightest he could find, because he knew Snape liked that) and an emerald sweater.
"Moving in?" Snape laughed when he saw Harry walk into his bed quarters with a bag of clothes and hygienic items. He took the bag from Harry and threw it onto his wardrobe.
"I just don't feel like making another dash to the Gryffindor tower in the morning, so I brought some things along. It'll be like a real sleep over!" Harry exclaimed, curling up in the chair.
"Only that you weren't invited." Snape laughed .
"Fine, then I'll leave!" Harry said, brokenhearted, and made to grab his bag and leave.
"Oh, sit down, Potter." Snape said, pushing the boy back down. He then laid on his bed, reading The Evening Profit.
"Anything about me in there?" Harry asked.
"A little conceded, are we Potter?" Snape asked, throwing his paper to the floor.
"You begin to be when you're famous." Harry joked, but sighed sadly hoping that he would never see his picture in the news again. "What's with you and Malfoy?" Harry asked, changing the subject.
"Jealous, Potter?" Snape asked with a hopeful smile.
"Maybe. Should I be?" Harry asked with a raised eyebrow.
"No, he merely comes to me for help and companionship. Don't worry, he won't bother us tonight. I helped him with his essay during lunch, and I told him I'd be busy tonight." Snape smiled.
"So... then you where expecting me!" Harry nearly screamed in a 'Hah!' tone.
"I was hopeful of your arrival." he responded said calmly. "Can I ask you anything?" he asked, sitting up and leaning against the wall.
"Sure." Harry said, getting up and sitting next to Severus.
"Why are you here?" he asked gently, not trying to sound rude.
"I guess..." Harry sighed trying to find the right words, "that I feel complete around you. I haven't been very happy lately. I can't talk bring myself to burden my friends with my pain, they wouldn't understand anyway. As much as Myrtle does help, all she ever does is flirt with me. However flattering that is, it kind of creeps me out. She is dead, after all. I've never felt loved in my life. My parents died when I was young. I barely got to know Sirius before he was ripped from me. Although I have my friends and the Weasleys, I've always just wanted someone to truly care for me...like you do." he smiled over at Severus before walking on his knees to get closer to the man.
"I'm glad I can help to make you happy." Snape said quietly, and wrapped an arm around Harry's waist in a half hug. He started to pull his arm away, but Harry wrapped his arm behind him and pulled Snape's hand back around his waste. "Hold me." Harry commanded and leaned his head and Snape's shoulder.
"Tell me, Harry," Severus began but stopped and smiled, liking using Potter's first name. "what's going on between us. Are you using me to make yourself feel better, or are you actually starting to fancy me. I need to know, I don't want to build myself up for something that's never going to happen."
"Although I does feel good to have someone love me, I can not say that is all this is. I do think I'm starting to fancy you Severus Snape." Harry said with a gulp, he was now not only admitting his sexuality out loud, but also that he was falling for his professor that he was supposed to hate. He looked up to see a dreamy smile on Severus' face.
Seeing that Snape's three year long dream had finally come true, Harry smiled up at him and let a small giggle escape his lips. This was definitely going to be an interesting year.
!$!$! Well...I did want to continue this chapter farther...but I have to go to a party soon and I still have to shower and get ready, so I decided to post this instead of making you all wait another day... I hope you liked it... please, please, please!!! Review! Thanks! mwah! !$!$!
-&- Chapter Four: Talking -&-
"What is it that you need, Malfoy?" Snape asked, opening the door.
"I need help on my damned Defense Against the Dark Arts essay. If I fail my dad is going to sent me to some happy-go-lucky American school!" Draco complained.
"If I'm not mistaken you still have a few days until that is due. I'll help you tomorrow. I'm tired, goodnight." Snape said in an aggravated voice and slammed the door in Draco's face. When he heard the blonde walk away, he turned to the closet door.
"Well are you coming out of the closet, Potter?" he said impatiently.
"Maybe..." Harry said opening the door wearing a grin and flushed ears.
"Very funny, Potter, however... I think you should go now." Snape said, pointing to the door.
"What, why?!" Harry asked.
"Before someone catches us." Snape said simply.
"But we're not doing anything wrong!" Harry complained.
"I still think you should go." Severus pressed on.
"You know you don't want me to." Harry said, stepping out of the closet.
"What I what is none of your concern." the older man said plainly.
"If it's about me it is!" Harry said, trying not to get angry.
Snape just looked at Harry, longing in his eyes, but his finger pointed at the door.
"I refuse to leave. You'll have to drag me out kicking and screaming." Harry said, arms crossed.
"That can be arranged." Snape paltered a smile on his face and picked Harry up.
"I was kidding! Put me down!!!" Harry whined.
He found himself being slung over Snape's shoulder. He punched his professors back as he was carried into the office. "I don't want to leave!" he cried out and sighed before resting his head upside down on Snape's back. "Please, Severus..."
At being called by his first name, Snape's heart melted. He stood Harry back on his own feet, right in front of him. "Thank you!" Harry said overdramatically, then looked up at Snape.
"You called me Severus." Snape said, barely a whisper.
"It's your name isn't it?" Harry laughed "I think that with everything I know, it's a little hard to call you Professor Snape. Don't you remember me calling you Sevy last night?"
"You were intoxicated." Snape said, finding his voice.
"I still knew what I was doing." Harry said and leaned into Severus, resting his head on the man's torso. "Please let me stay here tonight." he said, wrapping his arms around Snape's waist.
Not being able to deny the boy he loved of anything, he sighed and walked backwards towards his bedroom, dragging Harry with him, who was still attached to his waist. After bumping into a few walked he made it to his chair and plopped down. "What's wrong with you, Potter?" he asked as Harry made himself comfortable on the floor.
"What do you mean?" Harry titled his head to the side and looked up.
"You never once seemed appalled at my...er...affection for you, you kissed me, then you ran away, then are wanted me to hug you... and every night you beg not to be left alone. What's wrong?" he asked again. Harry looked up at the ceiling and sighed.
"I don't know..." he said, shaking his head. "I'll I'm sure of is that I'm tired of being alone. I have no one anymore, not even Ron and Hermione. They don't understand me..." he felt tears coming to his eyes at the thought of everything that's happened over the best years since he found out he was a wizard. With so much good came even more bad...
"Harry..." Severus said, falling to the floor and pulling Harry into his arms. Harry cried on his shoulder for almost an hour. Half way through the tear fest, they had moved to the chair where Harry sat on Snape's lap, confessing his life story to the man.
"I never knew... Dumbledore always told everyone that it was your own business and that it wasn't up to him to tell anyone the details of your life. He wouldn't even tell Lupin if he asked for information." Snape said when Harry was done talking, and his tears stopped flowing. Severus wiped away his love's tears and took his hand. He felt so comfortable with Harry in his lap. Everything felt right with the world, even if what they were talking about wasn't.
"I'm so tired..." he mumbled, too weak to even keep his eyes open anymore.
Snape smiled down at the sleepy boy and carried him to the bed. Walking back to the chair, where he planned on sleeping, he heard Harry let out a small groan. "What's wrong?" he said, turning quickly. Harry's eye were open again, and he looked awfully sad.
"Lay with me..." he said quietly.
"Harry, I don't think that's such a good idea." Snape said, barely aware that he called the boy Harry for once. He just couldn't help it, he looked so adorable laying there, he couldn't yell at him now.
"You know you want to..." Harry said sleepily, a smile forming on his face.
Snape sighed and began putting multiple locking spells on his door and fireplace, not wanting to be caught in bed with one of his student; especially Harry Potter. He crawled into the bed, laying as far away from Harry as possible.
'Okay, so he's going to play hard to get.' Harry thought with a sigh and rolled over to his professor, resting his head on the man's chest.
Snape felt in heaven with the boy sleeping on him. He pulled his arm out from under his body and wrapped it around Harry, trying to get comfortable. He didn't sleep that night. All he did was play with Harry's raven locks of hair, and watch the boy's head raise and fall on his chest.
When Harry woke up in the morning he smiled up at Severus. "Sleep well?" he asked the older man, snuggling more into his side."
"Not at all, but it's okay, I've stayed up days at a time before." he answered.
"No wonder why you're always so grumpy!" Harry exclaimed and sighed, he didn't want the leave the safety and comfort of Severus' arms, but he knew it was almost time for breakfast, and than classes. "I better get going." he said and gave Snape a hug before standing up.
Snape let out a slight laugh at the sight of how overly messy Harry's hair was and said goodbye.
"Morning you two." Harry said happily sitting across from Ron and Hermione at the Gryffindor table, after cleaning up and changing. They were shocked to see him so happy again, but smiled. Harry ate a huge breakfast and then headed off to all of his classes.
That night at dinner, he smiled up at Snape who didn't seem to be eating, but just looking out over the students. His eyes caught Harry's, and he started to smile, but stopped himself. Harry smiled back, understanding that Snape didn't want the whole school to know that he was in love with the Golden Boy.
Harry ate a few steamed carrots, but he was way too stuffed from the breakfast still to eat. He left dinner early and headed back to him dormitory to gather some things for another sleep over with Severus. He took a bath and changed into some jeans (the tightest he could find, because he knew Snape liked that) and an emerald sweater.
"Moving in?" Snape laughed when he saw Harry walk into his bed quarters with a bag of clothes and hygienic items. He took the bag from Harry and threw it onto his wardrobe.
"I just don't feel like making another dash to the Gryffindor tower in the morning, so I brought some things along. It'll be like a real sleep over!" Harry exclaimed, curling up in the chair.
"Only that you weren't invited." Snape laughed .
"Fine, then I'll leave!" Harry said, brokenhearted, and made to grab his bag and leave.
"Oh, sit down, Potter." Snape said, pushing the boy back down. He then laid on his bed, reading The Evening Profit.
"Anything about me in there?" Harry asked.
"A little conceded, are we Potter?" Snape asked, throwing his paper to the floor.
"You begin to be when you're famous." Harry joked, but sighed sadly hoping that he would never see his picture in the news again. "What's with you and Malfoy?" Harry asked, changing the subject.
"Jealous, Potter?" Snape asked with a hopeful smile.
"Maybe. Should I be?" Harry asked with a raised eyebrow.
"No, he merely comes to me for help and companionship. Don't worry, he won't bother us tonight. I helped him with his essay during lunch, and I told him I'd be busy tonight." Snape smiled.
"So... then you where expecting me!" Harry nearly screamed in a 'Hah!' tone.
"I was hopeful of your arrival." he responded said calmly. "Can I ask you anything?" he asked, sitting up and leaning against the wall.
"Sure." Harry said, getting up and sitting next to Severus.
"Why are you here?" he asked gently, not trying to sound rude.
"I guess..." Harry sighed trying to find the right words, "that I feel complete around you. I haven't been very happy lately. I can't talk bring myself to burden my friends with my pain, they wouldn't understand anyway. As much as Myrtle does help, all she ever does is flirt with me. However flattering that is, it kind of creeps me out. She is dead, after all. I've never felt loved in my life. My parents died when I was young. I barely got to know Sirius before he was ripped from me. Although I have my friends and the Weasleys, I've always just wanted someone to truly care for me...like you do." he smiled over at Severus before walking on his knees to get closer to the man.
"I'm glad I can help to make you happy." Snape said quietly, and wrapped an arm around Harry's waist in a half hug. He started to pull his arm away, but Harry wrapped his arm behind him and pulled Snape's hand back around his waste. "Hold me." Harry commanded and leaned his head and Snape's shoulder.
"Tell me, Harry," Severus began but stopped and smiled, liking using Potter's first name. "what's going on between us. Are you using me to make yourself feel better, or are you actually starting to fancy me. I need to know, I don't want to build myself up for something that's never going to happen."
"Although I does feel good to have someone love me, I can not say that is all this is. I do think I'm starting to fancy you Severus Snape." Harry said with a gulp, he was now not only admitting his sexuality out loud, but also that he was falling for his professor that he was supposed to hate. He looked up to see a dreamy smile on Severus' face.
Seeing that Snape's three year long dream had finally come true, Harry smiled up at him and let a small giggle escape his lips. This was definitely going to be an interesting year.
!$!$! Well...I did want to continue this chapter farther...but I have to go to a party soon and I still have to shower and get ready, so I decided to post this instead of making you all wait another day... I hope you liked it... please, please, please!!! Review! Thanks! mwah! !$!$!